Chapter 56: free use and free supplies
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he breathed into her neck, his voice ragged. His other hand released its grip on her hip and slid around to her lower back, pressing her firmly against him.
She could feel the rigid, insistent length of him straining against his cheap trousers, pressing into her stomach. "About these… Facking incredible melons of yours..."
The crude words, spoken with such awe, made her clench around nothing, a fresh pulse of dampness slicking her thighs. She didn't answer with words. Instead, she brought her own hands up, not to push him away, but to guide his.
She placed his hand more firmly on her melon, showing him how to squeeze, how to worship her. A low groan rumbled in his chest. He was so eager, so wonderfully responsive.
"The ring can wait…" she finally whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear and she felt him shudder violently against her. He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and unskilled, all teeth and desperation.
She opened for him, letting him plunder, her own tongue meeting his in a fierce, damp dance. His hands were everywhere now, tearing at the flimsy straps of her nightgown, pulling the silk down until her melons spilled free into the cool air and his warm, frantic hands.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged pants as he stared down at her naked chest. "God…" he choked out. In the moonlight, her dusky the pink patches around cherries seemed darker, her cherries pebbled and begging for his mouth.
He didn't make her wait. He dipped his head and his hot, damp mouth closing over one peaked cherry, sucking greedily. Kamini cried out, a sharp, keening sound of pure pleasure, her fingers tangling in his coarse hair, holding him to her.
His tongue lashed at her, flicking and sucking, drawing the very essence of her need to the surface. He was a mess of sensation, all lips and tongue and the faint scrape of teeth, and it was absolutely perfect.
Her hips began to rock of their own accord, grinding against the hard ridge in his pants, seeking friction, seeking fullness.
"You're even more beautiful than I remembered few hours ago…" he mumbled against her skin, his mouth moving to her other melon, giving it the same frantic, worshipful attention.
His free hand slid down her stomach, over the silk still pooled at her hips, and down between her thighs. He cupped her there, his palm pressing against the damp heat, and Kamini's knees almost buckled.
A long, drawn out moan, wanton and unreserved, tore from her lips. She was so sensitive, so ready, every nerve ending screaming for more. Just like that they started another round of play where Kamini got pleasured.
In a way you can say that she not only got pleasure but she also sucked the other party dry completely without leaving anything behind. Early in the morning the man barely woke up and quickly left this place without getting noticed by anyone.
But before leaving he once again facked her and filled her up with his sticky white milk and felt quite refreshed. But he made a note that he would not come here for the next few days because he was drained by Kamini last night.
Kamini was left out and she felt quite good. She woke up late after not sleeping well last night. She was not worried about anything as she ordered take out for food. Early in the morning the milk man and paper boy that came to deliver the things saw that the door is open.
They went in to find out that Kamini was on the bed with her legs spread wide. They saw her in this posture and directly did what they wanted to do. That is they facked her on the spot and Kamini woke up in daze.
Milk man simply poured the milk in a basin in the kitchen before leaving and he also filled her up with his sticky white milk. The paper man that came to deliver the paper also saw the good scene and went to use the mouth of Kamini and filled it up.
He put the paper on the side before leaving. They just closed the door slightly without closing it completely. Soon the vegetable vendor on the street came over with fresh vegetables. He saw that the door is open and inside Kamini sleeping like this made him horny.
He was more cautious and carefully touched the melons of Kamini. She did not react much and moaned instead and said in daze. "Just fack me and leave, don't disturb my sleep." Listening to her words the vegetable vendor became bold.
He directly flipped her back and started to apply the oil on the dressing table into her little pink hole before lubricating it well and pushing his big meat rod inside her. He started to pound her from behind and the bed made the creaking sound for a while.
Finally he shot a big load inside her little pink hole and even sprayed his sticky white milk on her butt cheeks. He put the vegetables in the kitchen before leaving. He did not ask for money as he got paid in a different way.
He felt quite good. None of these people have good wives that are their wives are not as hot as Kamini and they could not give them what they wanted that the pleasure they wanted. Kamini can give them this pleasure.
The items they gave her are not much worth compared to the pleasure she gave them. So they put their things and left. Kamini that woke up late placed an order for takeout and went to wash up.
Right when she came out of the bath she heard the delivery guy calling her that the takeout has arrived. She went out without transparent wet bath towel that looked quite seductive and she received the takeout from the delivery man.
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